Tell me a lie,
tell me everything will be alright,
sometimes,
don’t tell the truth.
It does not matter
If I delude myself,
if something impossible,
or apparently such,
it will never happen.
Sometimes,
would have been better,
soften the tears,
sweeten the pill.
Would you like the pain,
had passed me immediately,
but there had to be
a right time,
to do it.
And it is not
When
You are experiencing acute pain.
You know,
that’s just raging
on the wound.
It is to hit harder,
the place where it hurts.
Maybe you gave the right advice,
but you got the timing wrong.
Yes, you should have told me lies …
Now the lie,
I want it to be the truth, though.
Don’t worry, you know …
It’s my fault.
I was the first
To be nervous,
and to be easily misunderstood.
And it’s my job,
change everything.
Including lies.
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